[Drusilla isn't sure if she likes the hot springs. Water doesn't speak to her as readily as the other elements do. The splashing and bubbling drowns out everything that might be of use.

However, she does like her beautiful yellow ring - even if it should be gold, as befitting a princess - and is turning it round and round on her finger as she ( Read more... )

[Drusilla's eyes are wide when she steps on to the Plane. They have a slightly glazed look to them, as if she's been gazing for too long at something too far away ( Read more... )

[Somebody is having a picnic on the Plane. Although, at the moment, the 'somebody' in question is nowhere to be seen. The red and white blanket is currently being guarded by a group of dolls. Their dresses are immaculate and their curls neatly brushed. Some of them are armed with parasols or wide hats, as protection against the nonexistent sun ( Read more... )

[Drusilla usually arrives on the Plane with Miss Edith in her arms and an innocent - if slightly unhinged - smile on her face. She rarely looks dangerous (which is, really, what makes her so dangerous). Today, however, she is wearing what most vampires think of as their 'game face'. Her eyes are yellow and her features are distorted ( Read more... )

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye...

[Drusilla is lying on her back, and, although she is gazing up at the 'ceiling', she doesn't seem to be looking at it.I don't have any rye in my pockets. I gave it to little Anne, so she could sow it in the garden. Stitching the soil until we had a full crop. I can't eat it. It sticks in my throat, ( Read more... )

Wicked little girls get sent to bed without any supper. I didn't mean to forget. I used to say my prayers every day, but I don't know the words now. Scattered like broken glass.

In nomine patris. I remember that from long ago, but it burns my poor tongue. The church is in ruins now, with sky for a ceiling and grass choking the gravestones ( Read more... )

[Miss Edith has returned to the Plane.

So has Drusilla, actually, and the vampire is holding the doll with all the reverence of a woman holding a sacred object.Saint Valentine is coming. It must be dull, sleeping all year and waking up for one little day ( Read more... )

[Drusilla has returned to the Plane once more, and she still appears to be largely un-phased by any of the things she sees. Although she isn't accompanied by Miss Edith this time, she does have an basket filled with daisies.]

They never grow for me. Even when I ask them to.

[She sits down on the non-existent ground, her white dress pooling ( Read more... )

[The newest arrival on the Plane doesn’t look particularly frightened. She gazes around, but there is no fear in her eyes. There’s no curiosity there either, actually. Apparently this sort of thing is, if not exactly normal , then at least not the most terrifying thing she’s ever seen ( Read more... )